Upon the Craggy Spine

Upon the Craggy Spine

A Poem by David Scott
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A mood I had to express over my lunch hour today...

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I persist…


upon the craggy spine of life


knowing full well my place


yet, my purpose


evades understanding


 


Unless…


Unsure…


Until…


 


You wander


upon this arduous path


finding my solitary vista


needing this sanctuary to be


unassailable…


 


I am weather worn


too young


to be thus, I am affected,


prevailing winds and exposure,


lightning strikes discharge


tensions explode, observed


by a casual passerby,


and I confined


within foundational rocks,


thirst…


 


Yes, it is constant,


this burning


thirsty, these roots


delicate and reaching…


a soft persistence


fracturing granite resolve


with a tenderness


of essential vulnerability


yet,  wounded


with the slightest disturbance,


a branch withers and dies…


 


There is shade to be found


if you would satiate your soul,


my fruit brilliantly colorful


succulently sweet,


fragrant blossoms seasonally precede


this display pollinated


by predictability


of chance happenings,


as deadwood past failings provide you fuel,


inviting you to play, cook, and rest


within my flickering combustion…


 


Delight yourself


underneath me


within my canopy of love,


swing on devotion’s triple twined cord…


scribe our twinned history


upon the bark of my flesh,


and when at last


the blight doth reach my heart


entwine me


in flowering vines


of shared purpose


covered in affection’s remembrance.


© 2016 David Scott


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feels like there is hope for this speaker...that someone has come along who could actually quench his thirst...reach his heart, as his roots reach for something to save him, make life worthwhile.
nicely done...jacob

Posted 10 Years Ago


 David Scott

10 Years Ago

Thank you for reading Jacob. I think I might have tried too hard... I really wanted this poem to s.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

10 Years Ago

i do...we are our own worst critics...that is a constant...the pieces we like best often get little .. read more

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 David Scott
David Scott

Brevard, NC



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